When It Comes To Poetry

When it comes to poetryI feel like DavidBefore he went out to meet GoliathSaul offered him his armourHis sword, his breast plateHis helmet, his shieldBut in the end he refusedSaying he had not proved itFor he was but a shepherdNot trained in the useOf weapons of warHe took merely a sling shotAnd five smooth stonesBut any giant can be slainBy such a crude weaponIf the stone finds its markAnd I can offer No grand wordsNo breath-taking imageryI commend all Who operate at those lofty heightsBut I am justA ...

There's No Going Back

There's no going backTo the past, for which many yearnThe energy we often lackIs because we have yet to learnAnd accept this factBut if we did, we'd be freedFrom our shackles to actMove forward, and succeed.